The Invisible Man
Come on out
I know you are in there
even if not seen.
You are not someone created by
H.G; Well or Ralph Ellison
and made invisible.
Smoke comes out your chimney,
the mail is delivered and
there are no papers in your driveway.
You are not seen gardening
but your daffodils bloom
without showing your gentle hand.
There are no cars parked
in front of your house
that sign of swimming guests.
No laughter and shouts of glee
pour out from the patio
once noisily friend crowded
Is it that you are there for all to see
but you are covered by the cape
of old age?
Could that cape be a curtain
which hides a certain future
none of us want to face?
Do you ever peek out of the curtain
to see the audience
of your friends and family?
Doug Minnis January 29,2013